features sour before all traces of her PREVIOUS ANGER dissipates completely, oh, but only 'pon the surface does it vanish. for the slew of INSULTS only fuel her continually growing rage, her desire to rid this world, rid EVERY world of the wretched creature currently stood before her. alas, riff raff’s position, his status as general matters naught to the redhead, no. because before that, before he was a GENERAL, he was her brother, the only person whom mattered to her, the only person that ever would. she’d ALWAYS protected him, no matter the PUNISHMENT it brought 'pon to her, that wouldn’t change now, not before frank. however, his words drew her ATTENTION once more, emerald oculars drawing back to him, for the words, the THREAT alone was akin to an icy dagger through what remained of her heart. albeit, the WORST PART was knowing that he’d do it, not because they deserved it, no. but simply because he could. ‘ don’t .. ’ effectively cutting herself off 'fore she gave the furter any further AMMUNITION. he knew just how much her brother meant to her, what it would do should he take him away. so she stepped back, for his time would come && then the only DEATH would be that of his own, FREEDOM would be theirs once more.
billows of smoke are exhaled from the doctor’s nose, && it isn’t long, then, before he desires the comfort of his THRONE once again. royalty, he’s come to realize, is as exhausting as it is gratifying. but he doesn’t turn away, not just yet. eyes are jade && burning, BURNING with a cruel satisfaction. the domestic knows, she ought to know, of frank’s rage, fueled by madness and by the servants’ defiance, namely magenta’s defiance, among a vast many other things ; the prince is MERCILESS, he’s always been, && provocation would hardly be necessary in order for him to take BOTH of their lives. ‘ don’t ? ’ comes the scientist’s wicked lilt, ‘ you’re right, I WON’T. not tonight. perhaps, despite his dreadful thoughtlessness, your brother may still prove his worth to me. ’ && frank speaks only the truth, however DESPERATELY he longs to feel the cracking of the handyman’s bones, to feel the breath FORCED from the domestic’s lungs : tonight, he will not raise his hand. tonight, the servants may rest.